Monthly Archives: March 2012

traversing on this salty moon flashes of past remind me a child of pen and paper there are repeats of silly dances where feet stride on a portico of misdemeanor when caught there is no rectitude leaving an iniquity … Continue reading →

I breathe your air Today and incessantly Floating from the drowning You swept me You churned me Like a scarecrow alive You startled the birds in the field Wanting you, needing much In this skin you … Continue reading →

More than a knife cutting me to several pieces Chopping, grinding, and burning on a blazing fire I am unattached when I cannot seem to tell In the open honesty I am still in my own private box … Continue reading →

I taste your spinach on a Sunday noon Killing the thought of a sad note letter It is hurting at our last rocking moon You tell me of some difficult weather I am trying this unusual drop of tears How … Continue reading →

The wrinkle of us and our shadows reach a space of romance— We’re rolling, folding, breathing, and prancing at the wonder of the sun— Our escape from toiling and socializing, a sum of contempt to the world— … Continue reading →